On Death (Keats)

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On Death  (1814) 
by John Keats

Assigned by George Keats to the year 1814, and first printed in Forman's edition, 1883.


Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
 And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
 And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.


How strange it is that man on earth should roam,
 And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
His rugged path; nor dare he view alone
 His future doom which is but to awake.